![]() ![]() “He used to be a pilot, so he spent his life in airports and big cities all over the world. “I think that’s the point.” Dad chuckled. Martin live way up here?” Maggie Rose asked. They looked ready to stand there all day. Dogs can always think of something fun to do, even on a rock. I looked, but there were no dogs and no squirrels, just a lot of big animals with curly horns on their heads, standing around on a big rock as if they were stuck. “Bighorn sheep!” Maggie Rose exclaimed, pointing out the window. ![]() “The air’s thinner up here, and it can’t hold the heat.” ![]() “That’s because we’re so high up,” Dad explained. “It’s funny, it was so warm at home and it’s so cold here.” Maggie Rose leaned forward to speak to Dad. Her skin smelled sweet, with another odor I thought of as “soft.” Her lap was a sweet, soft place. They told my nose that our car ride was taking us to a place called “Up in the Mountains.”ĭad was in the front seat of the car, and I was in the back with my girl, Maggie Rose. The smells coming in through the open window of the car were cool and clean. ![]()
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